“My dear Buck,” I addressed him warmly, a husky Jean Arthur note to my voice
I am Myra Breckinridge whom no man will ever possess. Clad only in garter belt and one dress shield, I
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Ace of Cups – Rider-Waite
Ace of Cups is a card used in Latin suite playing cards. It is the Ace from the suit of
I would have worn a red velvet dress
Those eighteenth-century men and women rich enough to afford it never tired of having themselves painted. If I had been
concern with his own interests is the essence of a moral existence
“Observe the indecency of what passes for moral judgments today. An industrialist who produces a fortune, and a gangster who
men who use that Argument are the ones who dread a reasoned moral attack more than any other kind of battle
The Argument from Intimidation by Ayn Rand There is a certain type of argument which, in fact, is not an
torn in her allegiance, vacillating between joining her husband on Elba or returning to her father, Emperor Francis
Perhaps the liveliest topic buzzing in the salons the week of the scheduled opening was the reputed imminent arrival of
The drop of the beat manifests in my mind, and I bring it to reality through steady fingertips conditioned for swiftness. The room goes crazy.
melody The rhythm that beats off the speakers is my external heartbeat, and the melodic trance that takes over the
whether true or false, rational or irrational, consistent or contradictory. The only way to know which they are is to integrate your principles.
Ayn Rand discusses the role of philosophy in her West Point lecture “Philosophy: Who Needs It.” Without abstract ideas, she
Everyone has to trust someone
Yeah, you go and be pirate all you want. I’ll stay here and count the money. You can trust me.
knowing the attendant probably couldn’t hear him but could read his lips if he made it easy
Crossky 2264 was the morning’s first departure, and Rawn boarded, stowed his carry-on bags, and took his seat on the
a finales de la década de los setenta, se aprecia a la izquierda el Hotel Río
Una vista hacia el centro de Monterrey desde la avenida Ignacio Morones Prieto a la altura del puente Cuauhtémoc a
He would tell us tales while playing the piano. To me music and stories go together.
My father, a mechanical engineer, played musical instruments, but by ear. He had no formal training. He could call a
